“Have you ever had love ripped from your heart, or the dream of happiness turned to a nightmare from which you cannot wake?” -Sunorose Ackart
Several other fire trucks had arrived to fight what was now a three- alarm fire. Blossoms of orange flames gushed from all the windows on both observable sides of the structure. If it were daylight, a column of thick, black smoke would have been seen easily for ten miles, but under a starless night the black smoke was only visible as it belched from around the fire, and then was quickly swallowed by the hungry darkness.
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